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I hope so, too, Pasha. But...I don't know. I'm afraid to hope for anything right now, because it will just break me down all over again if it's false hope. [...] I might have told him that I hoped he was happy that he drove us all away and that he could hold onto those lies and carry them with him to the grave.
Really? I mean, that would be great! I've never liked being totally on my own. You and Lucy would have a live-in babysitter if you needed one.